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Orson T. Maquelani
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On a Lover’s Bridge to Reality
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Words more smooth than
the street-side blade:
like a hoodlum you still leave me
bleeding
way past needing
and again I hear your price.
The bridge is a terrible thing to cross
wishing not knowing
but wishing
Truth between your lies.
Still now
your words not even I
can toss.
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